Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burkina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.